The Kweendom of Abstraction

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one by one…each one was donenot onesaw me as the oneat least twowere the one for meuntil we were no longerand i was left aloneonewith no oneone was ashamedworried about his nameone was insanehis painmy blameone lied longlying to save facein the face of wrongthe same onethat wrote me songsbut wouldn’t claimwhere he belongedone after the othermy oneness became pronouncednot one love working outone by one…each onei thought was the onefound their onewith someone elseas i accepted myselfas onemeant for no onei’ve come to seethat i may be one of manywhose lot is to stand aloneone womanwith no manbut with one lovefor friends and clani often say,“one day…”but, deeply withini feel my onenessclosing inand that may just be okay